Rabindranath Tagore Quotes

If my heart is breaking — let it break! That will not make the world bankrupt — nor even me; for man is so much greater than the things he loses in this life. The very ocean of tears has its other shore, else none would have ever wept.

In your body is the garden of flowers. Take your seat on the thousand petals of the lotus, and there gaze on the Infinite Beauty.

The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual. Buddha preached the discipline of self-restraint and moral life; it is a complete acceptance of law. But this bondage of law cannot be an end by itself; by mastering it thoroughly we acquire the means of getting beyond it. It is going back to Brahma, to the infinite love, which is manifesting itself through the finite forms of law.

"I have lost my dewdrop", cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars

Amal: It isn't sad. When they shut me in here first I felt the day was so long. Since the King's Post Office I like it more and more being indoors, and as I think I shall get a letter one day, I feel quite happy and then I don't mind being quiet and alone. I wonder if I shall make out what'll be in the King's letter?

Gaffer: Even if you didn't wouldn't it be enough if it just bore your name?

ومَن غيرُ الإله يزورُ منازِلَ الفُقَراءِ؟

And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well. (#95)

لقد انتهى وقت العمل، فإليك وجهي يا أماه، خبئيه بين ذراعيك، ودعيني أحلم!

The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.

ثمة قفر فسيح اسمه القلب،في أعماقه أضعت سبيلي
.

إن لم تتكلم ، فسأتحمل ، في الحق ، صمتك ، وسأملأ
به قلبي .
سأنتظر ساكناً ، في الليلة المتلاحمة النجوم ، ورأسي
حانٍ مطرق .
سيقبل الفجر ، بلا ريب ، وستنقشع الظلمة ،
وسيسيل صوتك في رعشات مذهبة تنسرب عبر السماء .
حينذاك ، ستتّسق كلماتك في أغنيات حول أي عش
من أعشاشي وتتشقّق أغنياتك زهوراً في جميع منعطفات
غاباتي.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.

من بکە پیاڵەت
تا پڕبوونم لە بۆ تۆ بێ!

Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.